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Christmas Pickleball Poem

Twas the night before Christmas                                                                   
And out on the courts
Were all types of people
In tennies and shorts.
All of them beaming and shouting with joy.
Happy as children with a new Christmas toy.
Out of their bags, colorful paddles appeared.
To the kitchen, they scurried, lined up, and cheered.
Let's dink it and drop it, let's volley and kill.
The balls started bouncing as if without will.
The sound from the paddles and balls as they rose moved all of the players to the tips of their toes.
Crosscourt and forward, balls started to fly
When appeared an old player with a wink in his eye.
Dressed in all red from his head to his toe.
A smile on his face and a warm, cheery glow.
0-0-2 he shouted as he served me the ball.
He moved like the wind, barely saw him at all.
Then all of a sudden, it was 11 to 0.
As we lightly touched paddles, he said he must go.
Before I asked where he disappeared in a haze,
But I heard his farewell while still in my daze
"Keep playing and laughing and having your fun!
Merry Pickleball to all, my work here is done!"
[A Poem By Greg LaVelle]